Background

Magni was born early into the year where the snow had yet to melt outside the cold air could even be felt from inside that little hospital in Toronto for years he grew up and as he grew he learned of his greatest passion that not even the end of the world could tear him from it the needle. After many years of practicing and becoming an apprentice to one of the local tailor Magni had become quiet good at making clothes but that was not all he could put together a style that fit the person to the letter even though he was a snob for the more classical looks out there compared to the modern trends of style. For years he works at that tailoring shop making outfits for all manner of customers even repairing a few if they asked nicely til all hell broke loose he first hear about the outbreak in Kentucky and though nothing of it may be close by but in no way could it reach here across the border oh how wrong he was when the first hoards came eating people turning them into demons. Magni terrified hid far away like most who survived the outbreak and during this time tried to find those he could join and survive with but no one would take him after all what use is there for a tailor when survival is key to this new world and though Magni had been shunned he was also saved from the worst of the events to come. As the years went on more moved up north as it seemed the cold had made these zombies slower and easier to kill made for some good practice and made surviving alone easier to sadly they soon became the least of our worries as people started fighting for what little resources we had up here and soon just started killing and eating others. I managed to stay out of the radar of most the major bandit groups and especially of the cannibals up here but it was getting harder to survive on my own here and no way to settle down without risking being caught by those dangerous people. I had to get away I had to leave if I was to survive even if it meant going into more dangerous territories down south I managed to find my way down to the closest and easiest way to get to the states or what was left of them near niagra falls where I made a makeshift raft to travel down lake Erie to what was Ohio but was now a land infested with cultist luckily not the kill and sacrifice kind as I would soon find out. As I wondered around seeking a good place to settle maybe even find some nice people I ended up finding them even though a little strange with all the fungus stuff I stayed with them learning about the states and the powers at play especially a group called the Central Coalition and how they offer taxi rides to their territories so on the next trade caravan I rode down to knox hopping to make a start here and make a name for myself and do what I love once again. Only to find the whole land in a bit of war not only with two of the bigger factions but also the large deadzone closing in but this will not stop me from being a tailor.